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Sittin on the front porch
lookin up the road
Kickin with my bare foot
an old dead toad.
Sittin on the back porch
lookin at the field
scratchin that old hound dog
whose lookin for a meal.
Sittin on the creek bank
toes and ankles wet
Looking for a craw dad
ain't found one yet
Sittin on my big bed
lookin at the stars
lookin out the window
wondering how far
Lying with my eyes closed
waiting for the end
wonderin if God knows
how much I have sinned.
Sittin on the front porch
looking at my knees
wondering if they know
what they have done to me.
Kathalise Martin
Jan.21, 1999